Take my bread. Eat, innocent creature!
The Captain: Sire, will you not keep this bread for yourself? For the day will be long and hard.
Tête-d'or: I am not hungry. And see how she is clothed against the chills of the night in this bleak place.
Take my cloak also, young girl.
(He puts his cloak around her shoulders.
Forward!
A Captain: Go before us, Cassius.
—O herald, your armor mirrors the red disk of the sun, and you are all agleam!
(They go out.
(The princess eats the bread.